———★———  Here am I on this film set, a turbulent metropolis surrounded by lithium battery powered mood-stabilising screens where I, the actor, fail to recognise the wise locutions of the director, who like a prophet proclaims assertively through a megaphone the word…And the word was Action. Action, it is possible to be of opinion, regardless of our creeds or our beliefs, is the road to truth. I remember as a boy thinking about that and feeling perplexed, standing amongst the multitudes, idolising statues and symbols, caked in the fleas of rumour and gossip. Fleas are parasites that feed on beasts. To be a god amongst man? No. To be a man amongst beasts! That is much more real to me. I needed to be patient, to perish and rise again like the Phoenix; the emblem of the conquering army whose drum is silent and ear is open. A great general of such an army fashions his own good luck, prudently ruthless, on an elite breed of horse, rides out to reign over Fear; the defeater of all people. Am I general? Can I conquer over this state of mind and become impervious to it? Can I use Fear as petroleum? Alexander the Great superbly lives forever through a saying “There is nothing impossible to him who will try” and this is something all can live by. So here am I, on this film set, recognising the wise statement of the director who like a prophet proclaims assertively through a megaphone the word…And the word is Action.